Casa Robino

Pasta Madre! at casarobino.

From Italy, Bosnia, Croatia, Hungary, Czech Republic, Sweden, Poland, Germany and Belgium come to...
pastaMadre and new bread!

today i installed MPD on laptopserver (which also got a fixed IP address now). on top of it, the web client phpMp was installed, so anybody can control what music is being played at the casa thru your web browser. connect to the network CasaOpen and point your rig to phpMp @ laptopserver to engage in a playlist war with your fellow hosts.

when:
Tuesday April 28, 2009 19:00>21:00ish

where:
Henriette Ronnerplein 5 - III (no bell)
Amsterdam
[little square somewhere between Van Woustraat, Joseph Israelkade and Ferdinand Bolstraat - better to google it up!]

Guys! Men! Male power!

In this mood of spring cleaning, let's meet for a clothes swapping evening for guys.

To get rid of the shirt that your ex-girlfriend got you (that you have always found ugly), to change the colors that we wear, to refresh style and look outside (and inside)...

"I am really happy to leave this terrible weather and go far away." -- Aris in the offline guestbook, 22nd of November.

Aris in Quiberon

Aris. We can still see her sitting on the back-porch, smiling, overwhelming everyone with her smile. Full of joy and perception. She understood the art of perceiving, of traveling; the art of hitchhiking and the art of balancing. Aris was a wonderful young girl with an amazing potential. She was very remarkable with a great sense of direction, depth, and dedication.

"Whoever is here is creating it together", writes Kasia on her blog Mama Kas on the Road. She stayed together with Sky for some days in the house, which was a great experience I think for all of us.

She also writes how she got 40 euro while busking, how she tried fixing the bikes with Sky, the dumpster diving results (3 giant bags with avocados, tomatoes, radishes, eggplants, carrots, star fruit, melon, pineapple, plums, and papaya) and how she observed the communal trash-dinner we recently had: "It felt totally comfortable and easy to take over the kitchen, rummage for spices, cook up a bunch of food, make tea... making me realize that my longing to root is not a desire to own my own house necessarily - the need is totally satisfied in being able to cook for people and host in this fluid way."